Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Pole,
June of 44,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.